an old man on the highway
isn't as strange
as it may sound

Dillo Fenderson

there are
parts of jesus
behind my bed

Asuguo

i followed my dream
to no avail:
it's still missing

Dillo Fenderson

the remains
though never alive
look very dead

Asuguo

there might be
grief i don't see and
screams i don't hear

Dillo Fenderson

white patches, dark shapes
pools of misty gold light
a blue-gray backdrop

Dillo Fenderson

they don't exist
much less in winter
and so don't need space

Dillo Fenderson

finally!
my bike
can count again

Dillo Fenderson

too early did i think
that he was halfway
back to normal

Asuguo

my friend harvey,
the invisible
zombie rabbit

Dillo Fenderson